Sex: None- we are all decieving, lost, and bleeding.
Some scars healed, invisible to the eyes after passing of time, and some they just didn't. They were there, and the evidence was always different, miniscule a lot of times. That didn't mean they didn't exist. Her outisde wounds were healing, the parts of her body. She had cleaned herself up to a point, she was fit to move on, but her soul? There was some kind of damage even she wasn't quite sure of it or the extent. Alexander was gone. She had grown a certain attachement to him, but now she had detached herself from him, from the whole idea he was gone, that the pack didn't exist. She had thought to seek Vlar or Angier, see if they'd accomplished taking the children somewhere. She was worried their fate would be grim, and wanted to believe they were alive, somewhere well off despite being orphans to young to see, or hear.
Tired sigh hung in her throat, captured by her temporary thoughts as if letting the sigh go she would let the rest go, but felt that wasn't quite right to merely forget. She wasn't sure what else to do. Living every day with what if's didn't appeal to her, or the remembrance of tragedy.
The sun hung like a brilliant orange globe, slowly dipping away into the the western forest of treetops. She watched it slip, little by little, till all that was left was it's the remaining sunest of orange, pinks, and glowing purples streaked across the sky. This something that happened every night, but she had not looked upon it from here, and marveled at the simple beauty of it. Slowly with the fading light her mouth raised to the sky, and she sang a somber song.
